The Write Place

As far as can be seen are fields of burning ash

What once was alive and beautiful turned to withered cinders

There one moment, then gone in a flash

Once lush and lively consumed as tinder

Where life did abound now none is found

Around the field the fire wound

Consuming all life as it went

Devouring all life till it was spent

Its tongues licked up all in its way till sated
leaving no blade of grass or greatest tree

The animals ran and tried to flee

From the sound of the fire searing

Too slow, they were overcome in flame uncaring,

Whose tongue feels neither pity nor shame
Naught it touched was left the same

After many days and months life would return

Spring up from what fire had once burned

In the face of death life may wither

But always returns without a dither

As light parts through darkness

So to life death forever hearkens